Here is the original article from Tomgram: Chip Ward, Leave It to Beaver(s)
Thank you Sage! I truly believe in the reintroduction of the beaver, although some may say I’m biased as I was born and partially raised in the beaver country of the Lukiamute River, Oregon. Here is great of shot of Annie, a Luckiamute Indian, photographed around 1905.
I am in full support of the reintroduction of the beaver and their version of damns. I can only hope that we get rid of all of those other fake dams that are obviously killing the rivers, drowning the Indian’s cultural heritage for subsidized farming (http://www.counterpunch.org/2013/09/27/idle-no-more-protest-at-shasta-dam/), kinking the delicate food chains that support the trees and us all, and not to mention fabricating property rates by being next to a Resevoir posing as a Lake... there is a difference you know. The rivers are very important to me, I just happen to be in the process of writing a story on how some 3rd graders are helping support the cleanup of the rivers to out here in Nevada County, the heart of the Gold Rush - sure would be fantastic to see the beaver out here too, and I’m sure the kids at Grizzly Hill School would love to help. Fact is, we don’t make those damn hats much anymore and giardia, well, someone did mention the other day that in Canada they “got used to it” (couldn't find any links thought), or acclimated enzymatically like many in Mexico, and like I do when I'm down there... I go straight for the street vendor tacos myself. Funny thing, that’s sounds suspiciously like working with nature. That reminds me of one of my favorite truths, "Nature as Teacher" (actually a book by Callum Coats http://www.amazon.com/Nature-Teacher-Principles-Working-Ecotechnology/dp/1858600561), on that note if you haven’t seen the works of Victor Schauberger, the man who coined “fire water”… you should, everyone should, after all he’s right up there with Tesla.
The grazing animal “issue” I’m not so sure about, Ranchers are one thing but after watching this TED talk by Allan Savory titled "How to fight desertification and reverse climate change" clocking in at 2,609,259 views for that one statement "we shot 40,000 elephants" at 6:20ish (http://www.ted.com/talks/allan_savory_how_to_green_the_world_s_deserts_and_reverse_climate_change), and desertification in Africa, I have begun to rethink my approach. There are far too many fences and an overpopulation of the wrong herds for many of the unique and fragile environments. Ranchers, well, they are another breed entirely that I’ll probably just avoid for lack of much good to say... Bundy. Then again… in N. California they comprise a large portion of the Tea Party… that’s quite telling. I live in “boomer” land, but I’m a sticker and I don’t take kindly to self entitled exceptionalistas no matter where they roam.
Speaking of beetle-gnawed, I’ve seen those forests (the one’s on Idaho/Oregon border are especially bad), but I am very sad to see the woods around Mt. Shasta (esp. the Castle Crags area),
fall prey to this invasive species, but we all know humanity is far worse in the invasive category. As best I know the bark beetle was “freed” when there were great sprays for mosquitoes in the forests that killed some varieties that that also lived at the top of the trees and that laid their eggs in the bark beetle. It was another natural barrier destroyed by humanity thereby unleashing the beetle on the forests of this continent. My advice… instead of spraying just slap the buggers, then again, they do kill more humans than even humans do (PIC), and that’s gotta steam Senator John McCain just a little.
I remember going to the slue on my Grandfather’s farm on the Lukiamute River in Oregon when I was younger, every time I approached thousands of (well, frankly, I don’t know what they are to this day), would scuttle across the slue away from me. I remember the look of all of the tiny shimmering splashes over the once still surface of the slue and I knew that somehow, they were magical, like water sprites of some kind. Their friends of course were the beavers, and the beavers have been my friends ever since then. The property was given to a bank to sell for none of the daughters wanted a farm having grown up on one (truly a sad story of America), and is now owned by a German Baptist tree nursery… last I heard. By some grace of an unknown design and too my delight, upon visiting one day I found that part of my Grandfather’s property had become a wildlife waterfowl refuge… I can only hope that it included the magic slue I loved to visit as a boy.